Nayla tried to remember whether she had told her sister about her plans, but she wasn't sure.
The feeling of suspicion began to gnaw at her heart. She felt betrayed by someone she should have trusted. However, she also couldn't ignore the fact that her situation with Zavier had been complicated before, and perhaps Zavier had done everything possible to track her down.
With a confusing mix of emotions, Nayla felt increasingly trapped in a labyrinth of complicated problems. She didn't know what to do next, but one thing was certain: she had to find a way to deal with all of this and find a way out of the increasingly worsening situation.
Zavier, after closing the door and locking it from the inside, felt annoyed because he couldn't find Nayla in the room. His eyes swept the room quickly, searching for any trace of his wife's presence.
However, when he heard the sound of running water coming from the ba
Zavier stared at Nayla with an intense gaze, trying to understand the meaning behind her words. However, in his own confusion and bewilderment, he couldn't contain his feelings of anger and frustration."What do you want, Nayla?" What must I do for you to come back to me?" Zavier urged with a forceful voice, confusion and misunderstanding surfacing in every word.Nayla felt suffocated by the increasing pressure. She knew that she had to think clearly and make the right decision, but in her heart, she felt trapped between lingering feelings of love and an increasingly complicated and painful reality.With a heavy heart and breathless, Nayla tried to find the courage and strength to answer Zavier's question.Nayla asserted her decision with a trembling voice, "Leave Sefia!"Hearing those words, Zavier's gentle gaze immediately changed.The man immediately relea
Nayla did not notice Zavier's presence in the room. She was too engulfed in the pain and despair that hit her. Every sob and moan that escaped her lips felt like a painful blow, reflecting the emotional devastation she felt within herself.Zavier stood at the threshold, silenced by the heartbreaking scene before his eyes. His heart felt shattered seeing his wife in deep sorrow, yet he felt powerless to provide support or comfort to Nayla.Although his heart was filled with uncertainty and confusion, Zavier approached Nayla with faltering steps. He felt a strong emotional vibration within him as he saw his wife struck by deep sorrow. Without a word, he embraced Nayla in his arms, letting their body warmth touch each other.Nayla was taken aback by Zavier's actions, feeling the tenderness in her husband's embrace. She felt shattered by the despair and sadness that overwhelmed her, but Zavier's presence gave her a bit of co
Nadira stood frozen in front of the door, holding the door frame on the opposite side as if wanting to give strength to her older sister, but seeing her sister was fine, the girl chose to comply and returned to her bedroom."Tomorrow morning I have to undergo dialysis," she murmured, then tried to sleep.Meanwhile, Nayla chose to sleep in the living room, taking an extra pillow and relying on a blanket to fend off the cold of the night in Bogor.Zavier's body is tall, standing at 185 cm. The small bed can only accommodate him, and even then, his feet will be hanging off the edge.The sound of mosquitoes buzzing in Nayla's ears forced the woman to keep her eyes open until the sun shone through the curtains covering the glass window of the simple house.Nayla sat on the sofa chair with panda-like eyes. Yawning repeatedly before finally deciding to make fried rice so that Nadira wou
"We can never be together again. I have made my decision," she continued.With slow steps, Nayla left the room after dressing completely and modestly, carefully closing the door. Although she left with a troubling sense of anxiety in her heart, she hoped that Zavier would get a good rest and they would talk again after everything had the right time.Nayla was preparing to apply for jobs elsewhere, feeling that she needed to seek new opportunities to support herself and lighten the family's financial burden. Before she left the house, she wrote a memo for Zavier and placed it on the dining table.The short message simply stated that Nayla was going to look for a new job. She also added that food was already on the table, so Zavier should eat a little before returning to Jakarta, and included a small note saying not to worry because Nayla wouldn't charge Zavier for the last fried rice, as they would be getting divorced any
The middle-aged woman smiled and said, "You are dressed formally and look stiff with your overly neat appearance.""...Then the document you are holding, I can guess, is a job application letter, right?"Nayla looked at her own clothes and the documents she was carrying. The mother's view was indeed correct.Nayla looked at the woman more closely. However, the woman spoke again."A bright day to apply for a job, isn't it?"Nayla smiled politely. "Yes, indeed bright. Are you also heading to work?"The woman nodded. "Actually, I have a small business that needs help. And I thought, you might be the right person for the job."Nayla was surprised and felt excited. "Oh, really?" What is the job?"A small job with a fairly attractive salary, in the sales department and also handling administration," the woman replied while looking seriously at Nayla."It seems like you're the right person. I'm impressed by your polite appearance," she continued."Really?" Nayla straightened her back and sat
"Give her a bath, put on the red dress that the previous girl used to wear, and prepare her for the event tonight.""Uncle will pay a high price this time because she is very beautiful even though she is not a pure girl," the woman commanded the servant following her.The maid nodded and began to approach Nayla to untie her.Nayla felt confused, but she saw an opportunity when the servant woman began to untie the bindings on the chair. Without hesitation, she seized the moment. Quickly, she jumped from the chair, freed herself from the bindings, delivered a stiff kick to the servant, and ran towards the door."Hey, that's outrageous! Guards!" the woman shouted, starting to panic.The woman shouted, trying to stop her, but Nayla was already too close to freedom.With a swift movement, Nayla pushed the shorter woman aside and slipped out of the room, running as fast as she could away from the looming t
Meanwhile, Zavier just woke up and enjoyed the fried rice that he might have never appreciated before. With a message accompanied by a smiley emoji. Nayla indeed has a unique habit of leaving little notes.The smiley emoji formed a line of lips on Zavier's face. The man smiled slightly while enjoying the fried rice that tasted just right on his tongue.However, a ringtone interrupted the moment he was enjoying.Sefia's voice sounded sultry as Zavier pressed the button to connect the long-distance video call."Where are you, Darling?" Sefia asked suspiciously."Bogor," Zavier replied shortly and curtly while continuing to enjoy his fried rice."Whose house is that? Didn't you say you worked overtime last night to discuss the project?Zavier stopped his movement to spoon rice into his mouth and glared at Sefia, "Since when, do you care abou
"Hufft!" Nayla breathed a sigh of relief after their figures disappeared behind the black car they were in.Nayla then turned to the security officer and thanked him."Do they want to harm you, Ma'am?" the security officer asked a moment later.Nayla turned to the man, her eyes staring blankly for a moment as if processing the question, then quickly blinked repeatedly as if realizing something. "What time is it?" she asked in panic."At twelve o'clock," the security officer replied seriously, showing his watch."Oh no, I'm late for the interview," Nayla muttered, her panic increasing.She rummaged through her handbag, looking for her phone and then reading the incoming message."Sorry, I have to leave right now!" Nayla said while running out of the place, without giving any further explanation to the security officer.The officer could only watc
“This is an anti-depressant drug, it is not a dangerous drug, but if it is not used in accordance with the doctor's recommendations, it may be harmful.”The words of the pharmacist Sara met made her daydream while choosing an apple.Once again Sara took out the pill bottle from her pocket and read the recommendations for use.“This should only be taken once a day while Madam takes two pills and three times a day. This is excessive. Doctor Bram...”“I have to act!” exclaimed Sarah and stuffed some apples into her grocery bag. As she turned her body, she accidentally bumped into a girl.The girl was Joen and Sara felt she knew her. The apples they were holding fell and rolled on the floor.“Ouch, sorry, Tante.” Joen immediately helped pick up the fallen apples.Recognizing him, Sara immediatel
“I-I don't know yet, ma'am. I think so, since your faces are exactly the same.”Nayla looked at the sheet of photos she had gotten on the maid's cell phone. There was nothing the maid could do but record and take photos from the television that was bordered by the shop's glass.“This man...” Nayla stroked the picture of Zavier with a feeling she didn't know she had. “Who is he?” Nayla asked.The little waitress who did not get any information simply shook her head. “Apparently, that man is her husband.”Nayla immediately knelt before the little maid, “please, please help me find information. Is that my sister? Or my brother?”The maid stepped back slightly in fear, her employer's change of attitude from her earlier firmness confused and sympathized with her.“Madam, I'll go find out more,
The woman he called Nayla-or at least, that's what he believed-turned to look at him. A gentle smile was painted on her face, but there was something different in those slightly brownish eyes. Although Zavier did not realize it, that woman was Sefia, who had taken Nayla's face through careful manipulation.Sefia, whose height was camouflaged by wearing high heels, smiled meaningfully.“Let's go home,” the woman replied as she took Joen's hand on the left and Fernando's on the right with a triumphant smile.She walked towards Zavier, with light steps that looked graceful and calm. Her long hair glistened in the lights, swaying with her every movement, just as Zavier remembered Nayla. An apron still clung to her body and her face still had a trace of chocolate.As they got closer, Sefia-who was wearing Nayla's face-trotted over to Zavier, let go of Joen and Fernando's hands, and suddenly hu
The servant who came in with porridge in hand was suddenly startled to see the art room in disarray. She quickly placed the porridge beside the table then knelt down and hugged the legs of Nayla who was crying hysterically.“Madam, are you angry? This is the reason why Master forbade you from entering the art room. If you find out that I brought you into this room, then I will definitely receive punishment.”Nayla turned around, looking at the maid who was crying and kneeling at her feet.“Why, I'm not a painter, am I?” she asked in a high voice.Slowly, the maid nodded her head. Her cheeks were still wet with tears of fear.“Who am I? Tell me!” Nayla strangled the innocent maid.“Let go, ma'am, it...hurts!”Nayla realized what she was doing and quickly released her hands.
“Memory eraser...” repeated Nayla, but she hurriedly closed her eyes again when she heard the shower turn off, a sign that he would be out in a moment.Moments later, Bram came out of the bathroom with his hair still wet. Nayla stole a glance with her eyes half closed.The man who claimed to be her husband didn't look bad, in fact, his body was very good and looked athletic. The muscle lines and curves in his stomach didn't stop Nayla from stealing glances.“Who are you?” muttered Nayla to herself, ”why do I feel like I've seen similar curves but not yours? Why do I feel so strange?”Nayla quickly closed her eyes when she saw Bram's shadow approaching the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed and stroked Nayla's front hair once more before planting a kiss on her forehead once more with great tenderness, “Go to sleep, darling. I'm going to the hospital.”
No one knew that Zavier was already in the neighborhood, but he was still busy contacting people at the school to move the venue. The location on the basketball court would make it difficult for them to swap out the chocolate cakes.Zavier admitted that he did not have the quality to make chocolate cakes. The grown man never even glanced at the cake he was eating because there was no stock value in it.Suddenly Mando ran up to Zavier's wheelchair, “T-Master...”Zavier threw his head back in disappointment. His face reddened, still holding the cell phone in his hand, he had no power to move the cooking competition. The reason from the organizer was that the event had been going on since morning and it would take too much time to move the event.“T-Master,” Mando called out in a breathless manner.“Say it!”“Sir, there'
The girl immediately ran out, but a moment later she turned around and gave Zavier a hug and a small kiss on the forehead, “thank you, Papa.”After Joen's departure, Zavier looked at Mando, “what are you waiting for?”Mando looked at his employer with a serious expression and raised both hands in a sign of not understanding, “Sorry, sir. I don't know how to make chocolate cake either.”“So what are you waiting for? Let's go to the kitchen and find out. My servants are many and one of them can teach me, right?”The two of them headed to the kitchen, and Zavier started everything he had to learn on the spur of the moment.Mando watched the chaos and chuckled at the sight of a CEO who was feared by many business competitors struggling with various baking tools. There was even a lot of flour and leftover chocolate on that handsome face,
Her hands began to rub her skin roughly, as if to erase every sign left from that night. Every time his hands brushed her skin, the urge to remove the disgust grew stronger.“Why me?” she muttered in a hateful tone, tears slowly welling up in her eyes.“Because of this face, I'm forced to serve disgusting men. All because of Nayla!”Sefia went even crazier, rubbing her skin until it was red, even blistered. The water in the shower ran with the remaining soap suds, but it wasn't enough.The hickey marks seemed to stick there, a painful reminder of the humiliation she had endured.“Aarghhh!” cried Sefia in frustration.“I shouldn't have gotten caught up in all this,” she said in a voice that was getting louder, as if convincing herself. “Nayla should be the one to endure this, not me!”
Doctor Siberu stopped his steps and simply shook his head, still with that horribly calm look. “You don't want to do that, Sefia. Trust me. Things are going to get worse for you.”His words caught in Sefia's throat. The unspoken threat made her ponder for a moment. What did the mad doctor mean? Did he have something bigger on his hands?She backed away further, avoiding Doctor Siberu as if his very existence was poison. “You won't get away with it,” he muttered, his voice low but clear.Doctor Siberu chuckled again, colder this time. “Sefia, the world is not black and white. Sometimes, we have to do things we never imagined before... to survive.”Sefia rounded her clear eyes, staring at him with a piercing look of hatred. “What do you mean?”Doctor Siberu approached, and for the first time Jean could feel the dark aura surrounding t